#queer blogging

[tampon-eater]

The thing with the whole “nondysphoric trans people are faking being trans because they think it’s trendy” is like. If they’re lying about being trans why wouldn’t they lie about having dysphoria. Like personally if I was going to fake something I wouldn’t half-ass it. “Hmm yeah okay I’ll pretend to be a different gender but pretending to have dysphoria feels just a little too dishonest you know?” Why not go the whole hog

[rome-theeempire]

Went to church with my mom recently. The self deprecation was kinda weird but the devotional cannibalism was pretty cool.

[muirmarie]

there's a specific strain of misogyny that's queer-flavored and it's soooo pervasive. and it. sucks.

[pisces-magazine]

amanda is so stunning i cant

[lukedifferent]

You can see your heart even from your eyes

[romanticmonster]

You're an outlier. You're a freak, just like I am. You know that's not a bad thing right? You're suffering because of those moral and righteous ideals and values. You're beating yourself up for feelings you cannot control. For wants and desires they would shame and crucify you for.

You know those who are freaks aren't all bad right? Where do all those interesting parts of humanity go when all others cling to what's 'normal' and mediocre? Us.

There is so much more to us than the majority will ever understand. They only care for their entertainment that's carefully curated to their sensitive little palate.

What we are will never be normal. We will always be freaks. They cannot box us so they shun and fear us. It's hard to understand, sure even for us too, but you, and me?

We're phenomenal. Niche. Tailored. You don't need to, nor should you, try to fit into that box they want to cage you in. Be messy in all you are. Let them choke on your taste.

You're a wonder, an experience like no other. For good or bad, we're freaks, weirdos, degenerates, perverts. Without you, I feel as though the world would be oh so terribly dull. Be you. Be a freak.

[manycoloureddays]

If queerness is everything outside straightness (as the wild is everything outside the walls of the house), then to firmly define the boundaries of that “outside” seems to me to be almost like putting a fence around a little portion of the wilderness, and pretending you haven’t made the house a garden.

- Ella Risbridger, ‘In Love with Love’